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| <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">This younger miqo’te often makes Motes and Dhatura’s duo into a solid, bickering trio. While she may seem to trivialize him with various pet names, and often seems like she’s talking down to him, Motes would never tell him to leave, or try to truly upset him. She finds his persistence and stubbornness fascinating. If ever asked how they met, she’ll simply reply that she accidentally did him a favor, though he will a spin a far more colorful story (though neither story seems to be a lie). While a trio with him is more common, it is not uncommon for D’arca and Motes to be seen together in a more social setting, heads together and thick as thieves. More recently, she's used his wealth to fund her move to Ishgard. To her knowledge, he approved of this as he wanted to get her out of Ul'Dah as much as she wanted to leave.</div> | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">This younger miqo’te often makes Motes and Dhatura’s duo into a solid, bickering trio. While she may seem to trivialize him with various pet names, and often seems like she’s talking down to him, Motes would never tell him to leave, or try to truly upset him. She finds his persistence and stubbornness fascinating. If ever asked how they met, she’ll simply reply that she accidentally did him a favor, though he will a spin a far more colorful story (though neither story seems to be a lie). While a trio with him is more common, it is not uncommon for D’arca and Motes to be seen together in a more social setting, heads together and thick as thieves. More recently, she's used his wealth to fund her move to Ishgard. To her knowledge, he approved of this as he wanted to get her out of Ul'Dah as much as she wanted to leave.</div> | ||
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− | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Ghost Forge]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' Player ''')''' - '''Don't Tell Them I Called Them a Friend'''</font> | + | ! <div align="left"><div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#000000; font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px"> '''[[Ghost Forge]]'''</font> <font style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10px">'''(''' <font style="color:#54b5eb;" size="3"> ♦</font> ''')''' '''(''' Player ''')''' - '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWEmsUiQELU Don't Tell Them I Called Them a Friend]'''</font> |
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| <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">The “Forgekin” puts off an unnerving aura of nothing, and while this might deter others, Motes finds Ghost Forge’s lack of identification to be a relief from the rush of people vying to be like something or someone. The Roegadyn has found that the person in the armor to be a wealth of information on anything from socks and hats to animal husbandry and life philosophy. While Ghost Forge seems disposed to teach Motes a bit, in so much as Ghost Forge teaches. Motes gets the feeling that she asks too many questions of them, but as Ghost Forge always has the option to decline to answer, she will continue to ask. The repetition of “I do not have friends” perturbs Motes, but at the very least, she’s wise enough not to push the issue. Having received not only alarmingly sage advice as well as a good review from the bodyguard, Motes holds Ghost Forge in great respect and continues to seek out their attention.</div> | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">The “Forgekin” puts off an unnerving aura of nothing, and while this might deter others, Motes finds Ghost Forge’s lack of identification to be a relief from the rush of people vying to be like something or someone. The Roegadyn has found that the person in the armor to be a wealth of information on anything from socks and hats to animal husbandry and life philosophy. While Ghost Forge seems disposed to teach Motes a bit, in so much as Ghost Forge teaches. Motes gets the feeling that she asks too many questions of them, but as Ghost Forge always has the option to decline to answer, she will continue to ask. The repetition of “I do not have friends” perturbs Motes, but at the very least, she’s wise enough not to push the issue. Having received not only alarmingly sage advice as well as a good review from the bodyguard, Motes holds Ghost Forge in great respect and continues to seek out their attention.</div> | ||
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| <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> While Motes originally sought out this Roegadyn because of the suicidal intent that simply oozed off of him, intending to find a way to help him connect with life more than death, she’s become particularly fond of him. She might call him an emotional terrorist, or claim that he plays dumb, Motes seeks out his company uncharacteristically often. The two can often be heard discussing various tactics, or sussing out the strengths and weaknesses of anyone who might be an opponent. They can also be caught talking about various nautical practices or navigation tools though neither of them seems to have the inclination to actually go to sea. Their conversations also tend to have long silences, but neither of them seem upset by that. It’s all part of the friendship that neither of will really talk at length on. | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> While Motes originally sought out this Roegadyn because of the suicidal intent that simply oozed off of him, intending to find a way to help him connect with life more than death, she’s become particularly fond of him. She might call him an emotional terrorist, or claim that he plays dumb, Motes seeks out his company uncharacteristically often. The two can often be heard discussing various tactics, or sussing out the strengths and weaknesses of anyone who might be an opponent. They can also be caught talking about various nautical practices or navigation tools though neither of them seems to have the inclination to actually go to sea. Their conversations also tend to have long silences, but neither of them seem upset by that. It’s all part of the friendship that neither of will really talk at length on. | ||
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− | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> There are no right feet to start on with these two, though somehow they regularly--okay, semi-regularly-- make it through a conversation. Motes is in the wrong with Enqdai--but she'll never admit it to the other woman. </div> |
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− | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> </div> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> Hawu is a very singluar person. A teacher, a strange confidant, and probably the reason her brother will end up dead from a science experiment all in one woman (who alwats seems to have mysterious ailments that cannot be fixed). Motes wants to remain wary of her, but has begun to think well of the woman despite her better judgement. </div> |
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− | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> </div> | + | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia"> As with all of her friends, Motes didn't really mean to make a friend when she asked Hesher if he was lost. She mostly wanted him to sit still or go away. And yet, here we are--slightly past the beginning of a friendship that pulls no punches.His ability to roll with whatever she can throw at him endears him to her and his seemingly earnest desire to see her happy is unnerving. </div> |
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Revision as of 20:28, 17 April 2017
Motes Bellanes The Branded Healer About
“Motes Bellanes”' is a woman whose alias is more solid and real than her name. An eternal work in progress, she always considers herself to be lacking and is constantly at war with herself. A Hellsguard Roegadyn who is taller than she is comfortable with, Motes often makes a point to be different from the average person’s idea of a Roegadyn. Despite the fact that she towers over most of the population of Eorzea and beyond, and the fact that she nigh-constantly encases herself in heavily ornamented robes, Motes makes a distinct effort to hold herself with the stillness and grace usually attributed to smaller, more lithe people. Once uncomfortably encased in plate as part of her martial profession, the woman now looks at home in rich silk-lined robes. When moving, Motes can pick up a good amount of speed, but the unwieldy aspects of her beloved ornate coats always seem come as a surprise to her. More often than not, when Motes finally sheds her voluminous robes, it is to be able to wear whatever makes her comfortable (and whatever she damn well pleases). In these cases, the woman loves to cover herself in jewelry, and soft clothes that cover most of her body. Anything uncomfortable or weighty is left behind when she goes out without intending to find an altercation, although most likely Motes will retain at least one blade on her person. Despite her current (unfortunate, in her mind) status as a healer, she was raised in Limsa Lominsa and has no qualms with running a man through if the choice is between her or him. Her hair is kept short--a brutal change from the once long and beautiful waves that once graced her head before she dropped everything and left for Ishgard one morning. Between the always-imminent displeasure and the tattoo she wears like warpaint, Motes does not appear to have a bedside manner-- despite being a talented healer. Scars & Markings: Across her face, Motes bears a distinctive tattoo—anyone with a knowledge of Hellsguard symbolism would understand that her tattoos are a mark of shame, someone who has made an inexcusable betrayal and been branded for it. The mark is unusual: she doesn’t take any measures to hide it and the lines of the brand are unusually clear, as though she did not fight the marking. She seems unaware of it most of the time, but she is frequently caught touching it during periods of introspection. The mark itself is intertwined with her aether like a parasite--a blight on her person in every way. Her eyes have dark circles beneath them no matter how rested she may seem. Voice: Motes' voice is deep, as most voices are with a body as large as hers. However, she speaks quietly and will notably remain quiet even in boisterous company. Like the rest of her body movements, she keeps her voice muted. A sharp contrast, perhaps, from the image of the loud, drunken, Limsan Roegadyn that people are so familiar with. Clothing: Motes has a taste for fine fabrics and heavy ornamentation. This would be surprising to those who may have known her in the past, but this Roegadyn is less concerned about maintaining stoic appearances for anyone anymore. Perhaps her brother's wealth had something to do with influencing her tastes, but questions about her family that may appear as prying will be met with hostility. Her current favorite travel coat is made from a heavy, red wool with a leather-lined hood and gold edging--perfect for a woman travelling in the cold mists of the Hinterlands or the biting winds of the Sea of Clouds.
Solid, Reliable, Brutal in a Fight, Cold to the Touch, Loyal and Faulty With It
Dressed as a oft-dour mage, Motes often surprises people by being far more engaging than her old compatriot, Dhatura. She loves jokes, even ones that aren’t funny. She can hold conversations made entirely of questions and can parcel out facts and scorn in equal measure. A departure from the traditionally stoic student, Motes often sasses more than she should—and while she tries very hard to keep her anger in check (she sees it as the ugliest aspect of her race, something that should never be embraced), her other emotions have a tendency to slip out, though she is rarely “emotional” in public. Sadness, grief, and other personal emotions are kept under wraps as much as she can manage, while irritation, scorn, amusement and other social emotions are far more freely given. She’s a talker, but Motes can tell the difference between what should be said and what shouldn’t the majority of the time. Chances are, if she says something, it was on purpose. She rarely lies these days, but she has never been one to underestimate the lie of omission, and has no fear of being vague (even though she loathes it in others). Her personal code, however, forbids her from lying, so while she is very good at it, she avoids it at almost all costs. It can seem like Motes is a contradiction at all times: a woman with no pride, who is constantly wounded by it all the time; a woman who struggles between maintaining an image and practice of largeness and strength, but who seems disgusted by the idea that she needs it or wants it. She will be the first to discount herself, declaring herself honorless and useless with great abandon, but observers will note that she makes great effort when she can to prove the usefulness of her existence. Honor will not be mentioned, but she will usually take the most moral course of action, though morality for her is still flexible and often breaks from the more traditional senses. When meeting new people, Motes will often respond non-confrontationally, smiling and agreeing, throwing out bad jokes and whatever assurances her partner-in-conversation needs to hear as long as it is honest. She spends time measuring the stranger through conversation, deciding how far she might want to take the acquaintance. Even conversations she does not enjoy, she finds interesting. Knowing how people react to her and the environment is essential. For those she does know, Motes is often mistaken as their lover, their romantic partner, though this is rarely (if ever) the case. This most likely stems from the intensity of her actions towards people she’d rather see alive, though she will never speak positively of loyalty. Additionally, while Motes is often mistaken for a man while in armor, and her race is sometimes confused, Motes is constantly aware of the fact that she is a woman and a Roegadyn and is always trying to distance herself from it. She is confused by the pride of birthright that so many carry with them like a badge of honor and is disdainful of those who would rather be all that is expected of them rather than a person in their own right. Older than most new adventurers, Motes is becoming increasingly concerned about her appearance. She fears becoming matronly, being dismissed for being feminine, told to go home. Anyone telling her to put down her guns and globes will be met with hostility. It doesn’t matter that she would rather not use her weapon: it doesn’t matter if she’d truly be happier and better off in another profession: this is what she’s chosen, and she will see it through. Rather than meeting a problem head on, Motes will be the one to find a solution around the problem (though she will never ignore the problem or avoid it). She prides herself on being able to speak to people well most of the time, and practices diplomacy when she can.
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